Page 36 of Cinderella's Fling with the Off-Limits Billionaire

Nine

IT WAS ENTIRELY SURREAL to be sitting cross-legged in the middle of the floor, playing a game of tea parties with Harper only to have Leandro walk in. A few nights ago, he’d greeted her at the door by pulling her against him and kissing her passionately, and now he was walking into a full-blown domestic situation.

But if it bothered him, he didn’t show it. He smiled easily at Harper, and Skye tried not to let that soften her heart. Because he made her pulse rush as a man, she didn’t want to also see him as someone who was great with kids. It made him somehow too perfect, and she knew there was no such thing. Nobody was perfect. She’d never be stupid enough to believe that again.

He was carrying a bag and he crouched down beside Harper and Skye, so her eyes were drawn to the way his fabric stretched across his powerful haunches and her mouth went dry. “For you, signorina.” He passed the bag to Harper who took it with a gleeful giggle.

“Sinnamina, sinnamina,” she repeated incorrectly.

“Signorina,” he said slowly.

She tried again, this time with more accuracy.

“What is it, Harps?”

The little girl’s hands were so small, her fingers still covered in that extra layer of toddler chub. Skye watched as she reached into the bag and pulled out something that was almost as big as her.

“A dolly!” She squealed.

Skye’s jaw dropped. She knew how much these particular dolls cost. Of course that’s what Leandro had bought her. And not just the doll, but a whole range of accessories too.

Only, seeing the look of pure joy on Harper’s face, how could Skye object?

“That’s very generous of you,” Skye said quietly.

“Di niente,” he waved away her thanks.

“Show Jane!” Harper exclaimed excitedly, putting paid to any thoughts Skye had about whether or not the nanny was working out. Harper adored her.

She went careening off down the corridor in search of her new best friend, leaving a bemused Skye staring at Leandro.

“You didn’t have to do that.”

“I know.” He reached out and took her hand, pulling her to standing as he stood. “I got something for you too.”

“Leandro,” she sighed. “You have to stop.”

“You haven’t even seen it.”

“No, but…” at his look though, she found herself relenting. “Okay. What is it?”

He grinned.

“Two somethings,” he corrected, reaching into the pocket of his suit and removing an envelope first and handing it to her. She opened it curiously, only to see tickets to a Broadway show for that evening.

“I’ve never been to a Broadway show,” she confessed.

He arched a brow. “And you call yourself a New Yorker?”

Excitement buzzed in the pit of her stomach even when she wondered if she should demur. He was being too over the top, doing too much, gifting too much.

“And then there’s this.”

He removed something else, this time, a velvet pouch. She looked at it, frowning.

“What is it?”

“Have a look.”

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